Chapter 107: Disdain
Looking at Xu Yang’s composed expression, Shen Hai could hardly believe his ears.
He had defeated the formidable Iron Wolf, displaying his own extraordinary combat prowess. At the same time, he had successfully broken through, becoming the first among the younger generation in the provincial capital to reach the Spirit Refining stage.
At this moment, it could be said that all young cultivators in the provincial capital regarded him with a hint of awe in their eyes; hardly anyone dared challenge him.
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Long Jianfei’s expression remained unchanged; he had no intention of escalating matters. Since things had already been settled, it was best not to pursue them further, but he still needed to save face.
Looking ahead, the land within ten miles had become scorched earth—towering trees, wild birds, and beasts all reduced to ashes. In the darkness of night, the devastation seemed even more bleak.
“That won’t do. What you need now is to lie down and sleep,” Brother Duan refused heartlessly.
Seeing the genuine sincerity in his words, Ning Jiuer knew he truly wanted to be with her, and so she said joyfully, “Brother Shangguan, as long as I can stay by your side, I am content. I trust you, please don’t say such things again.” She leaned in, pressing closely to Shangguan Yun’s chest.
Long Jianfei didn’t really want to know the answer to that question, but still had to feign surprise—after all, making a show cost nothing.
Suddenly, the thunderclouds surged, and a massive bolt of lightning crashed down like a golden dragon, engulfing Li Zhichen completely.
“Is it really that dramatic?” Su Muyun asked with a laugh, seeing Lin Yu’s lingering fear.
Inside the Soul Hall, the routine bustle continued. The purpose of its founding was to gather intelligence and resources, and this would not change simply because someone had been burned or a new Heavenly Alliance had appeared.
Due to Mother Mi’s insistence, Zheng Qi had no choice but to arrange for Fatty and Pi Xiu to escort the Mi Xue’er sisters home, while he himself took a cab to send Mother Mi to the Xin Hai International Airport.
“Ever since ‘Eight Desolations’ reconnected with the human world over twenty years ago, the new generation has been influenced by spiritual energy, resulting in a very low probability of being born with an innate supernatural talent.”
“His last request was for me to take care of you and your mother,” Han Yu said, looking at her.
“Greetings, Great-grandmother!” Ye Qianchong spoke with calm dignity. As she drew closer, she realized the old woman’s skin, though pale, was deeply wrinkled and sagging—a sight that brought a pang of sorrow.
Though Zhao Kaichen was usually quite talkative, he was always reserved around Qin Mo Shang, never daring to speak frivolously.
By now, Song Tingjun had reached Shen Qingshui’s side. She couldn’t quite make out what they were saying—it seemed it had nothing to do with her.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Su Wushuang, seeing Chris’s worried face and hearing her excited words, startled Chris. Zhen, witnessing this, quickly grabbed the agitated Su Wushuang before she could lose control.
Ordinary observers—even those of the Divine Realm—would assume the satisfaction expressed toward Yan Jiaoyue and her companions was merely for their achievements. Only a few members of the Yan family knew that Ling Hao’s accomplishments were the true cause of such satisfaction among the family’s great powers.
Even in moments of outrage, he always maintained the demeanor of a gentleman. If not for the knowledge that he was the mastermind behind the streaming scandal, Ye Mo Xing might have found himself admiring such a person.
Unfortunately, he arrived later than Shen En. Qiao Ming indeed acted out of respect for the old lady, and this favor was something Han Yu could not refuse.
Shangguan Qing was a direct descendant of the Shangguan family from the Tianlong Continent. What kind of geniuses hadn’t she seen? Who could make even her show such apprehension?
Han Yu entered from outside with Shura, followed a few steps behind by Uncle Zong. Upon entering, he saw Ye Qianchong emerging from the bathroom.
After listening to the young men’s account, the middle-aged policeman walked over to another young officer and spoke in a low voice.
Back then, Xia Tian had never considered founding a nation—he only wanted to subdue the two great dynasties, accept their annual tribute, and grow the Xia family, making it the most powerful clan.